Body check. Arms? Still right there. Legs? Imperviously weak, but can still hold up the worn out torso. Face still complete? Sir yes sir. Heart? Missing. JOKE. Okay, that's an epic banat. Haha. Oh yeah, oh yeah. I still have one more. Since the Philippines just recently celebrated it's independence day, (too bad it fell on a Sunday so we weren't able to score a no class school day) let me ask you something. "Lupang Hinirang ka ba?" .... epic pause.... "Napapahawak kasi ako sa puso ko pag nandyan ka." KABLAM! Yun yun oh. Haha. Thanks Kuya Kimpoy, for that joke. You look freaking awesome in your recent GIFs by the way. 

It's been 1 and a half week since classes resumed and I'm still (gratefully) complete and not missing any important limb of my body. Celebrate! Well I won't say I was thrilled out of my wits. I just signed a petition (using my eyes) that I will abide by the laws and ways of being an antisocial and simply don't care about what other people would say about me. It's like living independently. You trust no one with your feelings, and nobody will be given the chance to hurt you. I mean, no offense, I have quite a few friends who, unfortunately, does not exude any sincerity at all. They're like, a true friend will be there for you no matter what, and when you can't answer a simple question about operations in signifact figures, they totally leave you until you rot there. That's the kind of people that makes everybody's life miserable. You don't need friends like that.

First day was a miracle. In it's own way? Why? Because when I went out of the house early in the morning to go to hell school, the first person I saw was my light and my salvation. No, it's not God. It's actually my dream and my inspiration. Yep. That's the perfect combination of adjectives that can describe this man's influence in my 15 year old life. It's Kuya TOOT.Haha. I'm sorry I can't spill his real name here. Since I want people to read my online journal,and therefore sympathize with me, I leave my blog address in almost all of my other social networking accounts and the chances of him stumbling here are rather high. And if he sees his name right here, next to the words love and longing, he might think I'm a deluded moron and it's all over for me. Can you see my point?

So yeah. I felt like I was floating on a cloud while covering about 2 kilometers to the university. He was just a little ahead of me and it was all I can do to stop myself from reaching out and getting a hold of his shoulder. And then I would profess my love. Just like Helga Pataki. Anyway, the school days went by fast and it was interesting to know our subject teachers for the year. Of course, this year's set are still no match compared to the teachers I had when I was in sophomore year (the greatest year I've had in high school), but hey, it's no big deal. You're stuck with them anyway, whether you like it or you like it. And what better way to welcome us than to have an impromptu speaking activity in English.

This sucks. I have nothing against English and in fact, it's my favorite subject by far. I revel in the English language and it's practically the only class that I don't freeze and die in after 10 minutes of discussion. But heck, who wants to stand in front of the whole class and inevitably humiliate themselves?   My inhumane lack of self confidence is hard enough and still, my english teacher thought it'd be a great activity that would help her know where we are in addressing things orally. Does recitation not give teachers any idea where a student is in the oral speaking vector? I mean, with some, it's totally obvious that speaking in front of an audience is NOT their forte. What do these students look like? They're the ones that look like they don't have much oxygen left while speaking at the end of their tongue. Or is having trouble catching their breath and if they don't sit down fast, they're just going to drop down dead. Seriously.

So help me God. But I just finished last Friday and it went out... between well and not well. It's kinda sad because deducing from my lacking performance, my self confidence went down an all time low this summer. Maybe the anti-social thing had a hand in that. Oh well. Whatever. So how about your first day/week guys? Is it fun or run? 

Body check. Arms? Still right there. Legs? Imperviously weak, but can still hold up the worn out torso. Face still complete? Sir yes sir. Heart? Missing. JOKE. Okay, that's an epic banat. Haha. Oh yeah, oh yeah. I still have one more. Since the Philippines just recently celebrated it's independence day, (too bad it fell on a Sunday so we weren't able to score a no class school day) let me ask you something. "Lupang Hinirang ka ba?" .... epic pause.... "Napapahawak kasi ako sa puso ko pag nandyan ka." KABLAM! Yun yun oh. Haha. Thanks Kuya Kimpoy, for that joke. You look freaking awesome in your recent GIFs by the way. 

It's been 1 and a half week since classes resumed and I'm still (gratefully) complete and not missing any important limb of my body. Celebrate! Well I won't say I was thrilled out of my wits. I just signed a petition (using my eyes) that I will abide by the laws and ways of being an antisocial and simply don't care about what other people would say about me. It's like living independently. You trust no one with your feelings, and nobody will be given the chance to hurt you. I mean, no offense, I have quite a few friends who, unfortunately, does not exude any sincerity at all. They're like, a true friend will be there for you no matter what, and when you can't answer a simple question about operations in signifact figures, they totally leave you until you rot there. That's the kind of people that makes everybody's life miserable. You don't need friends like that.

First day was a miracle. In it's own way? Why? Because when I went out of the house early in the morning to go to hell school, the first person I saw was my light and my salvation. No, it's not God. It's actually my dream and my inspiration. Yep. That's the perfect combination of adjectives that can describe this man's influence in my 15 year old life. It's Kuya TOOT.Haha. I'm sorry I can't spill his real name here. Since I want people to read my online journal,and therefore sympathize with me, I leave my blog address in almost all of my other social networking accounts and the chances of him stumbling here are rather high. And if he sees his name right here, next to the words love and longing, he might think I'm a deluded moron and it's all over for me. Can you see my point?

So yeah. I felt like I was floating on a cloud while covering about 2 kilometers to the university. He was just a little ahead of me and it was all I can do to stop myself from reaching out and getting a hold of his shoulder. And then I would profess my love. Just like Helga Pataki. Anyway, the school days went by fast and it was interesting to know our subject teachers for the year. Of course, this year's set are still no match compared to the teachers I had when I was in sophomore year (the greatest year I've had in high school), but hey, it's no big deal. You're stuck with them anyway, whether you like it or you like it. And what better way to welcome us than to have an impromptu speaking activity in English.

This sucks. I have nothing against English and in fact, it's my favorite subject by far. I revel in the English language and it's practically the only class that I don't freeze and die in after 10 minutes of discussion. But heck, who wants to stand in front of the whole class and inevitably humiliate themselves?   My inhumane lack of self confidence is hard enough and still, my english teacher thought it'd be a great activity that would help her know where we are in addressing things orally. Does recitation not give teachers any idea where a student is in the oral speaking vector? I mean, with some, it's totally obvious that speaking in front of an audience is NOT their forte. What do these students look like? They're the ones that look like they don't have much oxygen left while speaking at the end of their tongue. Or is having trouble catching their breath and if they don't sit down fast, they're just going to drop down dead. Seriously.

So help me God. But I just finished last Friday and it went out... between well and not well. It's kinda sad because deducing from my lacking performance, my self confidence went down an all time low this summer. Maybe the anti-social thing had a hand in that. Oh well. Whatever. So how about your first day/week guys? Is it fun or run?